Done Right

When I close my eyes I dream of places that have been left with wet trails of fluids dripping

And staining sheets making puddles for you entrance into these places were deep sending me into convulsions eluding my path to maintain control gasping for air for I have became preyed upon devoured into pieces emotionally dissecting my mind degrading my sensitivity making me aggressive challenging my sign for I thought I was above this creature this being this person who has subdued me.

Who endangers the my passion to stand upon those I have ran over as a victory sweet defeat lay me down hope you fall asleep for I am swollen in the best way yoga has nothing on the position of submission that you have put me through for as I know it you are the chosen one to fore fill all of what I need and want for the moment you keep my attention.